As my good friend Cary Vaughn (Writer at the Reluctant Cat Owners Journal– follow if you don’t. You’re welcome) said,
“It was bound to happen”.
SO, aside from all the instant
bad stellar information we get from the interwebs, there is also this little thing called ‘virtual friendships’ (I have so many I couldn’t possibly list all of you fabulous people in one seating without pissing off all the rest- so I won’t).
Anywho, I have this ‘friend’ who is a botanist, or an astronaut, or a writer, or something equally absurd, out in California, who also takes the most fabulous photographs, and likes to garden, and has humorous neighbor issues, and likes to drink & swear & just be an all-around pain in my ass, but I adore him, and he’s also a jewelry artist– who’s named a line in his collection after me.
Because I’m worth it. (Doesn’t it go something like that? Damn right it does.)
You can imagine my
He questioned me as to what kind of ‘jewelry’ I like, which is sorta funny since he knows me, and anyone who even pretends to know me knows I like the hardest substance on Earth (and I don’t want to hear any off-color wise-ass retorts from the ‘Artist’ on that last line).
I said, “I like sparkle.”
He said, “I know.”
I said, “I like shiny metals.”
He said, “And who among us with any style doesn’t?”
I said, “I don’t even mind mixed-metals, as long as they’re of superb quality. Low nickel content.”
He said, “And who wouldn’t require these standards at your wise stage of Life?”
I said, “Yes. Wisdom. Wisdom and pearls are nice. They can be worn on any occasion.”
He said, “You have many.”
I said, “I do and they’re all important.”
He said, “No one would question that.”
I said, “Symmetry is a good look. Something I desire.”
He said, “You have perfect symmetry.”
I said, “And I need to be complimented frequently.”
He said, “I’m at your beck and call.”
And there you have it folks!
A perfect marriage between capitalism an artist and
me his muse.
So pour yourself a glass of merlot, take out your plastic thingy that magically buys you stuff, and take a look-see at The Abalone Nomad with the firm conviction that you are WORTH IT, and enjoy the compliments that are sure to come your way as your inner Goddess alights from within as you wear his artistry upon your person.
Cheryl Her Majesty sent you.
He delivers by golden carriage…
Or FedEx. Whatever.
*The contents of this post were not solicited and the author is not being compensated in any way. The artist on the other hand…